Calamitous Call to Unveil and Be Revealed

[Guest guest]

"I used to be shy.

You made me sing.

 

I used to refuse things at table.

Now I shout for more wine.

 

In somber dignity, I used to sit

on my mat and pray.

 

Now children run through

and make faces at me."

 

~Rumi

 

 

For so long,

so very,

very long,

over twenty years

endured,

i sat

in meditation

chopping off the head,

the most Beautiful

and most Beloved

head

of my guru.

 

i would pray

to be made

to understand

the grand and glorious,

the completely

perfect design

of the Grandeur

of Love's Longing

to set me free.

 

i freely wept

at this endless

repetition

of meeting the Buddha

on the road

of contemplation,

the road and path

of Kriya Yoga.

Killing him again,

and yet again,

there seemed

no end

to ending his life.

i sometimes thought

to end my own life

would be better

than this,

this constant murdering

of the One

i Loved the most.

 

What Guruji,

the epitome

of Love's Heart

Yearning,

wanted me to see,

was that Freedom

and falling into That,

could never be found

in ritual,

not in rites

nor any form

of offering

as i offed him

endlessly,

as the Love we Are

and always,

Always,

Will Be.

 

Beloved Mashuq,

my Perpetual Sobhet

being sung forever

as this Song

of One,

has given back to me

the Fullest Freedom,

the Liberation

i sought,

yet never

could see

nor be

uplifted in.

This Love,

this Loving and leaving

everyone

and everything

for Love alone,

regardless

of any consequence,

It has brought about

the Blissful Shout

from the Endlessness

and Emptiness

of the Primal

Blue Void.

 

What we are given

and what we give

in grateful return,

is to turn

and face the Moment,

That Singular,

That Perpetual,

That Eternal,

Infinite Moment

of Knowing

we Are One,

have always been

only One,

and will always Be

only One,

OneHeart

Heaving a Sigh

of Such Delight,

Delight

to Recognize

and Glorify

by Being given

some Unfathomable

Grace

to be the Face

facing the Self

in the Mirror,

the Mirror image

of Beloved,

always pulling

the Heart

into and towards

the Magneticness

of ItSelf,

the Self

we Remember

whenever we surrender,

and give up

every other thought,

all thoughts

of anything

but this,

This Love

That We Are Now.

 

Believing in Love,

trusting

in the thrusting

of our Hearts

into the Fire,

into the flames

of the game

of being

completely given over

to Love

and what Love

Alone

wants to do with us.

 

The simple Trust

that God

Is always with us,

That Beauty-Breathing

One

has come

and begun

to Breathe us,

to Be us

and to Free us

into the Infinite

Wonder of OneHeart

beating Onesong,

OneSound,

One Silent

Sigh.

 

i wonder why we

were given This?

We never did a thing,

not nary

a single thing

that could possibly

bring about,

could remotely

sing and say

That We Are Grace

ItSelf

Gracing the Place

in the Heart

with Just ItSelf

Shining,

and Smiling

like the Buddha,

to See

His Own Reflection

in the water moving

in all Hearts.

 

Heartfelt

and Handheld,

my Beloved and i,

we are just a cry

into Emptiness

and echoing

back

as Love,

Only Love.

 

 

LoveAlways,

 

Mazie